Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 47 - Y/n

I don't remember dozing off but I do remember a warm feeling besides my general despair before sleep caught up with me. I woke up to see that Loki had already woken up and was sitting on the sofa by the table, with tea ready the moment he saw me waking.

"Hello darling, had a good rest?"

"Yes." I stretched my arms and arched my back in that most comfortable stretch.

Loki was smiling warmly at me, following me as I made my way to tea after freshening up. I was nibbling on a biscuit when I heard the quick, dull click of the boots that usually announced Loki's oncoming. We both turned to face the entrance, from where Loki's duplicate entered.

Something's not right.

It was my first thought, and it was unshakeable. I don't know why, but I picked up on that thought the moment the duplicate entered, more than eager to merge back and transfer its memories. I turned to look at Loki, and he faced me too, both of us looking exactly concerned. Loki picked up on the same vibe as me - this isn't looking good.

The two merged and about a minute later, Loki snapped his fingers to change my old clothes for a fresh gown and some minimal accessories. But that wasn't it, he also conjured up something very cold.

Complete slave shackles.

The entire thing sapped the warmth off my neck, my wrists and even my ankles.

"Loki...? What is the meaning of all this?" I asked as the chains dangling from my neck and body weighed heavily upon the fabric of the gown.

Loki looked me in the eye, dead serious and had only one sentence to respond with.

"Your trial is right now and I am supposed to bring you in."

"What do you mean right now?? Have you lost it?? Do you know what that even means? We have no line of defence! And I definitely don't want to die!"

And just like that, I said it. I definitely don't want to die. Here I was, thinking that I have no motivation left whatsoever for anything, but oh the turns life takes you through. Every passing second, the reality of my life in danger and that I care about living were taking deeper and deeper roots within me. I wanted to get out of here, to do something of my life and not rot in this prison.

Loki had simply turned his back to me and walked out of the cell, yanking my shackles forward so that I almost tripped before I could follow him. Why so rude suddenly? Especially after what we had in the cell? And I was so caught up that I didn't realize I was scowling at him. I came to know about that when Loki told me off without even turning towards me.

"Wipe that scowl away, darling."

How dare he be so insolent yet call me darling! Well darling my foot! But the Grand Hall was gaining ground on me, and I was so so desperate. Biting the bullet once again, I decided. Because my tiff with him can be addressed later - or at least I hoped.

"Loki," I insisted again, "please tell me about your plan, you must've thought about something? Anything that can save my life?" My eyes darted around the corridor, the closer I went to the Hall, the more guards were placed, all of whom were glaring at my direction.

I dropped my eyes, and wrapped my hands in the fabric of the gown, I can't let them see the side of me that's the reason of this entire cesspool of troubles - my magic and in particular, its source.

My white flares were hidden safely when I entered the Grand Hall - all eyes on me - which made my flares act up further, and my hands tuck in deeper. But I tried to keep to a calm state, not knowing it would only make matters worse for me.

"Look at her walk - so unabashed."

"That regal pride, only a true monster could walk like that."

"Has she got no shame? Hanging out with the Jotun prince? No wonder she's heartless too."

I tugged at my cuffs harder, hoping that the screeching of the chains would cease, that this chatter would die, that these bonds would shatter setting me free, but nothing came to my rescue. I trained my eyes on the chains that were being dragged across the hall in front of me.

My steps halted at the end of the rosy carpet, just short of the steps to the throne. Each side of mine was flanked by at least a squad of soldiers. Even through my falling stomach, I had the mocking thought that I could crush all of them without so much so as a second thought. And not only them, but the entire Asgardian Army too. Perhaps that's why I'm so dangerous, that's why I'm being called a monster. But before I could worry further, the plaintiff announced of my presence to the court of the eager audience.

The already charged air around me shifted to focus all of its zing towards me. My palms prickled and I swallowed a dry lump as I bowed down to greet Odin, my eyes casted downwards.

Of course, it was in this moment that my mind decided to be excellent in its capabilities at deducing, and not a moment earlier when I was coming off as a plain idiot. My mind noticed that merely my presence was announced, not my case. Which either meant the court was already in progression, or is about to be. Judging from the whispers that I had hear earlier, there was no one of absolute authority there. And of course, out of my peripheral vision, I could see no one else bowed.

Now, this was the moment my heart decided to be brave and not a moment earlier when I was looking as scared as a deer in the headlights. I yanked my head up, and would've looked straight into the eyes of Odin if it weren't for the revelation.

The throne was empty.

"All rise for AllFather Odin." The voice of the plaintiff came in ringing.

My breath hitched and trembled as I turned around sharply to look at Odin making his entrance. Everything fell to silence as he strode across the Hall with his regal grandeur. I was filling up with nothing but dread - this man, no! This God has my fate in his palms, and judging by the mirthful smile he gave me, he's planning on to holding that power and abusing it.

This is it - the real game, that is yet to be played. I hope I'm the player who can trump the rule maker.